The Locker Room

Emily, thankfully, made it back to the locker room without too much fuss. She was painfully aware of people looking at her, soaking wet, running through the funfair, only thankful that Mr Jackson was too busy with his important business to be aware of how she had ruined her uniform.

Despite her embarrassment, on the run to the locker room Emily found confusion in the realisation that some unknown part of her was actually quite excited by the idea that all these people might be looking at her, some of them perhaps hoping to catch a glimpse of her ample bosom as she pressed her arms to her body. She had never before considered that she might have a body which would be found attractive, but some of the faces she saw turning her way, and the looks she saw in some of the eyes as they flicked down from her face to her wet t-shirt made her want to stop, relax her arms, and strip her shirt off in slow motion just like a sexy girl in a music video or a movie. She actually wanted these people to stop, slack-jawed, and stare at her naked breasts as she scrunched her shirt up and let the water dribble out and pour over her cleavage, down her smooth tummy and drip down her shorts.

‘What is wrong with you?’ she spoke out loud, standing alone in the locker room with her soaked shirt in her hand. Her red bra was also dripping wet, and she knew it would be very uncomfortable if she were to wear it for the rest of her shift. She retrieved the locker key from the pocket of her shorts and threw the t-shirt inside. Looking around, she saw a yellow t-shirt hanging from a clothes hook across the room. Perfect! Maybe Mr Jackson need never know about her mistake!

Emily took the shirt from the hook and held it up to herself. It was much bigger than hers, but she might get away with it if she was careful. Quickly unfastening her bra she returned to the locker and threw it in, then pulled the new t-shirt over her head.

It was much looser, but she found that if she bunched it up in the small of her back it looked almost the same as the one Mr Jackson had given her. Unfortunately when she did this she was aware that her nipples were currently very hard, and were really visible, Still, it must just be the cold water – there was no other reason she could think of for her nipples to be doing this.

Starting to relax a little, Emily locked her belongings safely behind the blue metal door and returned the key to her pocket. Time to see what position Mr Jackson had in mind for her next.